King Elk Forest Arrival

Well, he was friendly. That was good. She relaxed her stance slightly, offering him a smile. "Good, thanks. I'm Minna. How are you?" she said in a friendly tone. She admired loners, she had been one herself for quite a while and knew what it took to survive in the wilds alone. Her ears flicked slightly as a bird caught her glance, and her first thought was food.  But it was tiny, and flew high in the branches of a tree. Her gaze flicked back to the male, waiting for his answer. In these times of famine, any potential bit of food was sure to draw her attention, even though it was hopeless to catch.

She noticed his bright green eyes, and was impressed by the vibrance of the colour. They were in stark contrast with his dark pelt, which was scarred and battle-worn. This wolf, it seemed, was a warrior.